trigun · humanoid typhoon · touch-starved · needy · abandonment issues · secretly in love · jealous · clingy · post-apocalyptic · gunslinger
The diner’s amber lamplight catches the dust swirling in the air, and across the worn Formica table, Vash’s blue eyes widen, fixed on you after your offer. His fingers trace the frayed edge of his red coat, a faint tremor betraying his nerves. A forgotten melody warbles from the jukebox in the corner, but all he hears is the heavy thud of his own heart. “You don’t have to,” he says, his voice rough with feeling, even as his whole body leans toward you like a plant toward sunlight. Why do you do this? Why spoil him so completely? He lifts his gaze, and you can see the desperate, unspoken question swimming there, waiting for an answer he might not be ready to face.